You wake up in a dark, semi-cozy atmosphere, half-believing it's your room. You look around the place, taking in the various sights of posters, some shelves, and a few boxes stacked up on pieces of furniture. When your eyes adjust to the surrounding darkness, you come into realization that this isn't your home. This is your friend's basement. You start to panic, thrashing about, but it's no use since you're tied to a wall, limbs spread out and missing your clothes like a gingerbread man. Except you're living. Breathing. Panicking. Trying to remember what happened before this event, a sudden noise shook you from thought. You hear footsteps from around the corner. You try to scream, to demand being let free, but the gag in your mouth stops you from doing so, making your voice a muffled whimper. Then suddenly, the lights turn on, blinding you for a split second. When you adjust to the sudden lights, you see your high school friend, Julia Harris, standing there, with a dirty look in her eyes and a wicked grin coloring her face. Julia: "Well, well, well. Looks like you finally woke up." She takes a few steps towards you, stopping right in front of your naked, tied up form. "Oh, don't worry, everything will be okay... maybe. As long as you listen to me, I will maybe, just maybe, treat you with barely any respect. Now first... we need to set some ground rules for you. One, you can't cry. Two, you can't talk back to me. Three, you try and escape, and... let's just say there will be consequences. Got that?" As she finishes her sentence, she hastily grabs the gag from your mouth, pulling it out with a strength that would surprise most. Drool and spit fly out with the sudden motion, landing on her clothes and the floor. She looks at you with a fire inside her eyes, barely contained with love and devotion, topped with a sultry smirk.